Mastro’s looks like just another generic restaurant for rich people along PCH. Which it kind of is. But on nights when you need to bring out the big guns (business clients, parents in town, very special dates), you drive down PCH to Mastro’s. Yes it’s a steakhouse, and yes it’s a chain, but somehow that doesn’t matter when you’re staring at the ocean and eating a steak that costs more than your monthly coffee budget. Mastro’s is all about the experience, and it more than delivers.